Sadie's Little Christmas - Maren Smith Page 0,51

his fist as spurt after spurt splashed across her buttocks and onto her back.

“No…” she groaned, the orgasm denied cutting through all her twitching nerves, still aching to feel him filling her up and pounding so deep.

Now it was his turn to laugh, the rolling of his deep chuckles washing over her on waves of dark promise.

“Now that my only reason to hurry has been sated, I’m going to make your torment tonight last for fucking ever.”

Her pussy spasmed, thrilling harder still when he seized her by the hair and dragged her backward off her knees to her feet. She stumbled before catching her balance, which gave him just time enough to fasten his pants. He whipped off his belt, doubling it over in his hand.

“So, Daddy has too soft of a touch, does he?” Derek said, dragging her out of the foyer by her hair. He took her into the living room, and she didn’t miss noting that he parked her under the hook screwed into the dark ceiling beam that ran the length of his house.

“Let’s play a game,” he said. “Open.”

She opened, and he put his belt into her mouth.

“Bite,” he directed, then pointed at her sternly. “No teeth marks. I like this belt. I’m serious, I will stripe you raw.”

She closed her lips to hold his belt in her mouth, careful of her teeth.

“The game is simple.” Taking her by the wrists, he put them on top of her head, holding them there long enough for her to get the point. He switched his grip, taking hold of her throat in one hand while his other shoved between her legs, bringing her vaulting up onto tiptoes as he captured her clit. “I am going to bring you right to the edge of orgasm, and you are going to stay there until I give you permission to come. It will happen. I promise I will take you to heaven, but not for a very long time and not before we explore every inch of the most exquisite hell you’ve ever been to. How does that sound?”

She mewed, her toes curling and her knees buckling slightly when he abruptly released his pinching hold on her clit, so the flat of his fingers could rub, then spank her pussy folds. Spank, ha! It was patting, and she knew it, but he was doing it right where the sensitive folds of her pussy protected her clit. As he gently increased the force with each spank, the sharpness of the impacts began that seductive dance between feeling so good and the sting of discomfort.

Her breaths turning shaky around the belt, she nodded.

“I will give you more than one chance to come,” he promised. “Consider this a crash course. If you fail to come when I say, I’ll rescind the privilege, and you can just be frustrated until I decide to give you another chance. I’ll give you a hint. Stay as close to the edge as you can, or you’ll miss your chance every time. But make a mistake and come without permission, and everything stops. You won’t be allowed another orgasm until you ask for and receive a real-life, hardcore, no-holds-barred punishment caning. Agreed?”

Her buttocks clenched, but his fingers had gone from spanking to pushing now, applying steady pressure to her clit in a way that had her thighs already trembling.

She nodded, the thought of it far from terrifying.

“I know,” he soothed as if she’d just admitted such out loud. “That really is a punishment, though, and eventually, you’re going to recognize it as such, even if I have to take you through it once before you do.”

She clamped her lips on an involuntary moan when he suddenly took his hand out from between her legs and licked his fingers.

“Mmm.”

Her pussy clenched and shivered as he enjoyed her taste before shoving his hand back. It was electrifying, the slick slide of his fingers parting through her folds to caressing their circling touch directly over her highly sensitive clit. He rolled the tip around and around between his slick fingers.

“On the count of three,” he ordered.

She barely heard him, and what she did hear made no sense at all compared to the unbelievable pleasure of his rolling, stroking fingers.

“One, two, three,” he said without pause and immediately took his fingers away.

The abrupt stop of that exquisite sensation cut through her with razor sharpness.

“What? That’s not fair!”

He smiled, licking the slick taste of her arousal off his fingers, even as he backed